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The Trial is Today, April 13. Solidarity with Zuraima, Wife of the Rastifarian Priest Imprisoned in Cuba

The Trial is Today, April 13. Solidarity with Zuraima, Wife of the
Rastifarian Priest Imprisoned in Cuba: +53-52519247 / Orlando Luis Pardo
Lazo
Orlando Luis Pardo Lazo, Translator: Unstated

To whom it may concern:

I, Hector Riscart Mustelier, declare in writing what really happened on
Wednesday, November 16, 2011.

We left the "National Cabaret" where we were working — the Herencia
group — a reggae band of which I am the director. We were Adrian
(props), Daniel (drummer), Zenén (sound engineer) and myself; we crossed
the corner of Prado and San Jose, when we were stopped by an officer
with badge number 44777 who asked for our ID cards.

We went along Planta, where they told us we couldn't continue, but Zenén
didn't have his ID, and then we began to explain that we are musicians,
we were coming out of la Peña, we worked there every Tuesday, and then
comes another officer called Duruti stopping us from behind. As I was
carrying a bag with a DVD, the officer 44777 asked to search us, and
went through everything, the bag, pockets, everything.

He tells us that we can continue. We are preparing to leave when another
comes along, # 45717, and he wants to see our IDs and search us again.
We explained that the other officer had searched us and everything else,
but he was a little aggressive. He said to put our hands open on our heads.

I started to tell him that the public was still coming out of this show
and we didn't want them to pass us on the street, and he put me in
handcuffs and took me to the station, what was a violation, they can't
search you on the street of the person detained doesn't agree to it, the
Constitution doesn't say they can do that, and he, violating everyone,
assaulted me, taking me by the neck and hitting me from behind, he
ripped my shirt and, as I was lying on the ground he put on the handcuffs.

And my white turban was on the ground, it fell off in the struggle. He
lifts me up and at that moment the patrol car came. I was very insulted,
like my colleagues, who would not allow such abuse and also scuffled
with police and that is why they also put Zenén in the car. While in the
patrol car, I see Duruti and 44777 speaking separately. Then 44777 comes
to the car and says something to the driver which I could not hear
because we were still talking to 45717.

When we got to the Dragones Station, they tool my bag and soon three
officers came who were talking softly with the Duty Officer. We were
sitting on the bench.

Seeing the delay I thought it was a problem with the DVD, but when we
paid attention, we heard the Duty Officer telling 45717, "You accuse
them, you're in the Party, and no one will doubt you." So they were
plotting right in everyone's face.

Suddenly, they begin to accuse us of having drugs, and we began to argue
with them about them seeing they were lying, and it begin with the story
they told of my hair. It's a lie, but a very big lie, because the whole
world say when my turban fell of and there was nothing in it, and they
approached it and didn't pick up anything, not on the floor, not on my
head, there are witnesses to that, by God …!

They didn't even pick up the turban, there was a brother and witness who
picked it up and gave it to me in the patrol car, and this must be
clearly seen in the security cameras that were filming the place. I
demand that these films, that should serve the security of citizens,
appear. There can be no confusion, all my clothes were white, easy to
see at night, every movement must be recorded.

To continue, they continued with their offenses and there was an
official with no badge with black skin showing a lump of something
wrapped in nylon and he said it was drugs, accusing me and making all
officers believe that it was mine.

Soon came the experts and they took me up, I was very upset to see the
trap and the injustice. I knew things were happening in this country,
but I had never lived something like this. I did not speak another word.
I knew I needed a lawyer from this point, they kept laughing at me and
accusing me to make it a reality.

After a while, an official of the rank of Major woke up, dressed in dark
green and he starts to accuse me of the same, even says that the proof
is that the drugs were in the group's papers, and that's when I realize
that bag they had, that they had asked me for, had some promotional
invitations of the group's DVD, which they obviously manipulated (this
must have been down in the folder, before the arrival of the experts)
and they continued to accuse me, but I kept quiet, I just said I wanted
to testify in the presence of an attorney.

Every minute that passed the plot grew. Soon, the official from DNA
came, we talked and he left. Later the man from the San Miguel del
Padron DNA comes, with whom I had a discussion. Before, years ago, he
worked in Central Havana and wanted me to work for him, and he even gave
me his phone number. I gave him some pamphlets to learn about our way of
life and philosophy and African cultural philosophy, clarifying that our
idea is the unification of our race, spiritual prosperity, peace and
love in everything and for all, but the police and government vision is
that we are only blacks, difficult and drug addicts, and we are always
persecuted and repressed by the police elements of this country.

To this official called (I think) Yoandris, it became clear that I would
never work for him, he told me that in 2005 one day I would regret it
and he would retaliate, but I didn't pay attention to his threats and I
never saw him again. Now he comes angry, and saying, as if it's a joke
(I quote), "So you took drugs. Drugs earn a fucking lot of money…!"

What kind of thing is that for the chief of the national anti-drug
department to say?! He said, "Surely you have every luxury at home." The
whole world knows how we live, my mother and my wife in the same house.
He was accusing me and provoking me. I just opened my mouth to say,
"Liar, you're saying that because I wouldn't work for you guys."

Then they took me to the Picota Station where I was assigned an official
named Yordanis as an investigator/interrogator. He urged me for days to
testify, trying to fool me by saying he was going to investigate the
matter carefully. I told him I had evidence to disprove the police, and
that when I stated this in my own hand.

Today we know, from all that is in the file 826/11, that they have set a
trap: they used my statement to accommodate the police, all
well-organized lies, and today, for having made a statement, it cost me
the only visual evidence I had in my favor.

Now the file has returned to the Station with the sole vision of
arranging pretty much everything, that is, pointing out details that
don't fit to make it all perfect. They used my Mom to sign a receipt for
the DVD that was never looked at, because they were so preoccupied in
Dragones organizing their lies, they didn't have any idea of looking at
the DVD. They falsified the investigations with the Committee for the
Defense of the Revolution (CDR). We have letters from the compañeros of
the CDR where they say they didn't verify anything, neither there in
Cerro nor in Central Havana. They are also willing to testify in court.

Just because of the type of people we are, in the false investigation
they say the worst things that can be said about a person. I know hardly
anyone with cars or motorbikes, only a few and visit us very little. The
motorbikes that come to visit my hallway come to see the two police
investigators who are our neighbors.

The compañero who appears now states, after the P4 that the prosecutor
(called Ernesto) sent, suddenly he says that someone says I was selling
at the Nacional, but in his initial declaration he said he had seen me
"smoking." They have perfected everything to incriminate me unfairly
with the crime of trafficking, which I did not do, they are committing
illegalities that not even the lawyer is brave enough to denounce.

Back in 2003 they made me serve an unjust sentence for trafficking that
was reported, but nothing happened about it. Now it turns out that I am
running a grow op and we are all asking: Where is it? What's happening?
Why? Is it happening here in Cuba? Or are they going to deny inventing
everything? Or is it better, before being fair and truthful, they are
going to judge someone who has not committed any crime, who didn't have
any help but was still injured, because it is not for this that the
security of the country is enabled. Of if they do, then there is
injustice in Cuba, illegalities, corruption, manipulation, deceit,
violation of human rights, abuse of power, discrimination and racism.

That's all for now.

Rastafari.

April 2 2012

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